Struggles of the Mind

This poem ‘The struggles of the mind’ is written in free verse. It aims to describe the struggles of the mind in the face of disappointment. A mind that is clouded by emotions rejects reason. The mind constantly dwells in the past and refuses to acknowledge the hope that the present and the future have to offer.

There are however, two ever present options before the struggling mind – One can choose to move on or to dwell in the quicksand of emotions and be dragged into depression and hopelessness. What will the mind choose? The eternal question of choices is always looking us in the face every day of or lives. 

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Struggles of the mind

Stringed pearls,

Flow down,

Unrestrained,

As emotion rise,

From the aching heart,

Seeking release,

Brimming at the eyes,

Clouding the vision,

Dwelling only in the past,

Oblivious of the present,

Days pass by,

Unnoticed!

Obscuring the future,

With the pain of yesterday.

Life dangles on,

The flimsy thread,

Of emotion!

Will reason win?

Or pain gain foothold,

Dragging life into the,

The depth of despair?

Will grace shine through?

And faith take root?

Bringing back,

Joy and vigor,

Into the eyes now cleansed,

And soul nowpurged,

From the pain of the past?

Hope shines,

Bright and expectant,

Waiting for a small crack,

To appear,

In the windows,

Of the dulled mind!

Struggles of the Mind © 2018 by sofspoetry,  sofs

The Cleansing of the Soul

This poem describes how tears serve the dual purpose of cleansing not only the eyes but also as an effective release for the all the pent up emotions within while cleansing the soul.

The Cleansing of the Soul

Unspoken words,
Unexpressed sentiments,
Pent up emotions,
Well up,
Seeking release,
In a torrent of words.
The soul articulates itself,
In flowing tears,
Unrestrained,
Until cleansed,
Of shame and guilt,
Pain and loss,
Then truth prevails,
In the sanctuary of the mind.
Light filters in,
The day dawns,
Into the freedom of light,
The soul moves on,
With life!

I love writing free verse, a style I have discovered lately. It doesn't come naturally to me. However I do recognize it is as a strong weapon to explore the depth of thoughts and emotions in verse.


The cleansing of the Soul © 2018 by sofspoetry, sofs

The Blank Canvas - A Poem

The Blank Canvas

A canvas stretched on the frame,
Blank and yellowing with age,
Neglected it lay gathering dust,
Until the creator came.


Gently gliding his fingers across,
Wiping away the layers of grime,
Setting it softly on the easel,
Gazing tenderly at it a long time.

With eyes closed and in his heart
He conceived a picturesque scene,
With skillful knives he blended,
Colors never before seen.

Passionately he brought it to life,
With his palette and his knife,
Shading it with colors refined and bright,
Freeing it to take wings on his fantasy’s flight.

Playing around with shadows and light,
With scumbles, stipples and fluidic strokes,
Blending fantasy into reality,
Its shame and disgrace of the past he broke.

Transformed and renewed,
In its ethereal form,
It became the most desired and envied,
Of those enthralled by its singular charm.

Holding the canvas fondly to his breast,
With loving hands the creator caressed,
Sighing deeply he whispered,
Do you yet understand how much you are loved?

Birthed from my spirit and inspired thought,
Of me you will always be a part,
I will never leave you nor forsake you,
You will always find in me love ever true.

Oh! That I was the blank canvas,
In my makers wondrous hands,
Feeling him slap on some vibrant paint,
Occasionally scraping out some with restraint,
Filling in all the emptiness,
With his love, light and faithfulness.




The blank canvas © 2018 sofspoetry by sofs